By FRIEDRICH HÖLDERLIN English Translation by REV. J. TROUTBECK "Far in yon regions of light, where pleasures fail not, wander the Spirits blest, Breathed on by airs of glory, bright and divine, like a harp when a master hand wakes it from silence. Free from care like a babe that is sleeping, are they that in Heaven dwell. Pure and lowly as half opened blossoms, in those fields of light they ever bloom; And in bliss are their eyes still gazing on clearness calm and eternal." Sung by the CONCORD CHORAL ASSOCIATION 7. ADDRESS By WILLIAM JAMES make the world more beautiful for us, to make the way of life more sacred, to give us a deeper sense of responsibility in living, so that our lives mean more to us to-day because of his teaching. We come at this hour yielding our minds and hearts in gracious and loving admiration and allegiance to his blessed influence. We feel the touch of his spirit in these sacred surroundings. We feel that, in these places hallowed by his presence, we stand on holy ground. We pray Thee that more and more we may feel that the beauty of the world is increased to us, indeed, because he has lived. Grant us, we pray, that, standing in the inspiration of his memory, with the blessed influence of his spirit pressing in upon our spirits, we may, indeed, follow in that way to which he pointed. May his spirit be an antidote for all our restlessness, a cure for all that is shallow and unworthy in our lives. May we, entering to-day into the silences of the spirit, feeling ourselves in the presence of that great Over-Soul, in whose presence he felt himself, be inspired, as he was, to go forth to do Thy work for the right, and to earnest labor for Thy blessed kingdom of truth and beauty and goodness. Make us also illumined souls, touched by that divine fire from above, so that we, too, catching some vision from the mount, may go forward to help bring something of the divine kingdom of light and peace and joy here upon the earth. We ask it all as Thy children, Amen. By GEORGE FRISBIE HOAR 9. SEVENTY-EIGHTH PSALM Sung by the Congregation to the tune of St. Martins My tongue, by inspiration taught Dark oracles, but understood, And owned for truths of old. Let children learn the mighty deeds Which, in our younger years, we saw, Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs ; That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. THE AFTERNOON THE afternoon exercises were held in the Meeting House of the First Parish. The music was under the direction of Professor Thomas Whitney Surette, who was also the organist of the occasion and liberally contributed his time and talents to the success of the afternoon. The singing was by forty members of the Concord Choral Association, who also gave their services. The Meeting House was opened at two o'clock for the holders of tickets, and at three o'clock for the general public, about eight hundred people being present. The following named sons of members of the Social Circle were ushers and assistants: The exercises began at five minutes after three by the singing of Luther's hymn, " A Mighty Fortress is our God," followed by a prayer by the Reverend Loren Benjamin Macdonald, the minister of the First Parish. |